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Very Short Stories, Week 21
This past week has been tougher day by day. I feel stuck. I feel completely different. And the worst part? I have no idea how to change it.
I’m pushing through trying to stick to some routine and tackle things around the house, but I feel hollow about it all. My hope was writing more types of prompts would help, but it isn’t working so far.
Great segwey, eh? You’ll be seeing some #vsspoem posts once a week from now on and same with #BraveWrite. If I stick with it, who knows what might happen, right?
Anyways, here are my very short stories for the week without any further rambling.
September 3rd
Her #mysteries were caged in barbed wire. They surrounded her, welcomed her darkness. Whispered horrors and sordid images filled her every waking breath. And yet the Evil she held remained a secret. She wiped sweat from her brow and walked away from the newly dug hole.
September 4th
She chased the glowing #horizon
Its edge calling to her
She longed to free fall
into the abyss
Sink or swim
in a sea of words
Her fingers could craft
poems
short stories
novels
if given reign
And so she chased
the glowing #horizon
for a future it might hold
if she caught it
September 5th
Words of strange properties leapt from her lips as a soft whisper. Her magic danced in colourful swirls along the rocks she’d gathered. It caressed and curled about the stones like a lover. Before her gaze, they #crystallized, clear and crisp like an autumn day.
September 6th
The night put its arms around her, an old and welcome friend. Her radiant smile shone light upon the tides she taunted into play. In the black sky, she gossiped with the stars, twinkling by her side. And as the sun cast golden rays on the horizon, she waved hello to #daybreak.
September 7th
The #serendipity of it all, she determined, typing a response to a stranger’s message. And yet… he wasn’t a stranger. Her heart and soul knew he was meant for her like the sun and moon belonged to the sky. Eight years later, she still couldn’t pinpoint how she had known.
September 8th
#Comets blazed through the sky and diminished into nothing more than cosmic dust. From the comfort of her room, she chased their wandering trails with her eyes. They must live brilliant lives to be gone so quickly from existence, she mused. If only I could chart myself a course.
September 9th
The tree that grew in her backyard served as a reminder. #Souls have branches, roots. They reach, connect, support, and thrive with companionship. She couldn’t keep hers locked in a jar for fear of rejection or failure.
She had to open it. And she did. Her soul had wings now.
Heaven’s Time
Chest constricts
expands
ripping my broken
heart.
I can only imagine
your suffering.
Rushed breaths
fill the quiet.
Your body bounces
with the struggle.
Your ribs rise and fall
like a dying empire.
Your heart races
against a clock
wound against you.
Your brothers wait
for you in a pain free
Heaven
and I’ll see you there
in
time.
Wings Fall
Feathered wings beat the sky beneath
Rising higher and higher.
She smiled at the sun, its welcome warmth
And soared through the clouds.
Her hand reached for the softness of the blue sea
Yet grasped nothing within her palm.
Her red curls danced on her ivory shoulders
Now in the darkness above the clouds.
The stars shimmered, pure joy
And she breathed deep of the night.
Time passed slow as a blink
And she let herself plummet to the ground.
She sunk as if she were a rock dropped
And she savoured every moment of the fall.
Here I Am, Let Be
Winter’s Come
Red rises in the light of a waning sun.
Dusk conquers the sky, silent and proud,
Before Lady Moon rides her darkness
And claims her throne once more.
From the ground, forests watch the game
Repeated nightly, predictable,
Before turning their eyes inward.
The ground covering their twining roots
Is warmed by bloodied leaves
Dropped from the skyward limbs.
Night’s Queen bids forth the cold
And sends the westward wind howling in the eerie calm.
Fall drifts away, hand in hand with Father Time,
And passes Winter, serene under a clock of frost.
The forests shiver with the change,
Watch drying leaves, rust, crumple, disintegrate.
Dawn sounds the trumpet charge,
Ahead of Lord Sun on his sea of blue,
And chases Lady Moon past the horizon once more.
The trees turn their eyes inward, closing them tight,
Its time to slumber, despite warming rays of light.
Strength
And I would ask to die,
If only I knew
I wouldn’t be leaving you behind.
You’re the beat of my heart
My light in the dark
And the words you speak, so kind.
You’ve kept me up
When I would fall
And held my hand
When I wish to stall.
I hold you back
Yet you love me still.
I mar our lives
Yet you march us uphill.
Your quiet spirit
Pushes me forward
Though I struggle to see
Our future, it’s blurred.
I wish to die
To unburden you.
To let you live a life
You chose for yourself.
Instead, here I am
Filling our lives with strife.
You’ve kept us together
Keeping us strong
Taunting our demons
Inside us all along.
You’ve shielded me
And lifted the sword
But this battle is ours
Not just yours.
I will fight beside you
As I should’ve from the start.
Shake off this weakness
And finally take part.
Forever and Always
I vowed to you.
Thank you, my love.